In three years, you guys will definitely be able to tell who’s more suitable.
This way, everyone’s happy. No problem with that, right?"
The demon ghosts looked at each other. Honestly, there wasn’t any issue. Wen Yan was right—no one dared disrespect Wen Yan’s decision, but you’d definitely have a problem with your colleague getting promoted over you for no reason.
No one thinks they’re any worse than the others.
Let’s just set a ti and compete against each other. At the end, strength speaks for itself.
"Let be clear: over these three years, if even a single person drowns in this area, all four of you are eliminated together."
After confirming things with the demons, that clueless grass carp—honest to a fault—imdiately swam away to get started as soon as things were set.
Seeing the grass carp ignoring the art of war and getting to work already, the water snake slithered off in a different direction too.
The turtle demon tried to leave, but Wen Yan stopped him, saying he had sothing to discuss.
anwhile, the water ghost dawdled, looking like he wanted to stay and do sothing, but just hung around.
When Wen Yan glanced his way, seeming about to chat privately with the turtle demon, the festive water ghost awkwardly drifted further away, retreating into the water.
Wen Yan looked at the turtle demon, smiling with narrowed eyes.
"We might run into people here; let’s talk underwater. The Scorching Sun Departnt won’t know what we discuss."
Wen Yan stepped straight into the river, walking in until he was completely subrged.
The turtle demon was startled and hurried after him.
Once he caught up, he saw Wen Yan sitting underwater on a big stone. He wasn’t wearing an oxygen tank, didn’t even hold his breath—he just started talking in the water like it was nothing.
"Looks like you’re the one the Dragon King values most. It just so happens I have sothing I’d like your help to pass on to the Dragon King."
The turtle demon blinked his little eyes and, upon hearing "Dragon King," edged back a bit warily.
"Are you with the Scorching Sun Departnt?"
"No, I work at the local funeral ho—I’m a contracted employee, official staff."
"You practice cultivation?"
"I tried, but unfortunately I have zero talent for it."
"Oh. So, what do you want to say?" The turtle demon relaxed a bit and didn’t care anymore why Wen Yan wasn’t drowning.
"I’d like to chat with your Dragon King. Could you introduce ?"
The turtle demon hesitated, thinking it over.
"Our Dragon King doesn’t like your kind, doesn’t want to deal with you.
If I introduce soone out of the blue, I’ll get in trouble—if I piss the Dragon King off, I could be dood.
I really can’t just introduce soone to the Dragon King.
Last ti I did, the Dragon King was pissed—he literally crushed that nether soul."
"That foreigner who drowned last ti?"
"Yeah, that one."
"..." Wen Yan couldn’t help but give him a sideways look. This turtle demon was a real piece of work.
Still, even when the King was that furious, he didn’t kill the turtle demon. Must an this turtle demon is valued for real.
"So, did the Dragon King give you permission to et ?"
"Yeah."
"If the Dragon King allows you to et with , and now you introduce to him—would he really hold it against you?"
"Uh... uh..."
"Relax, of all of you, you’re the one I think the most of. I won’t screw you over; I really do have serious business to discuss with the Dragon King."
"But I can’t just take you there. I have to ask for permission first."
"Go ahead and ask. I’ll be back here at the sa ti tomorrow."
After sending off the turtle demon, Wen Yan lingered in the water a bit longer, glancing to the other side.
"If you’ve got sothing to say, hurry up and say it. If you don’t, I’m leaving."
The festive water ghost drifted over with a mix of suspicion and nervousness, watching Wen Yan hang out underwater like it was nothing. He could clearly see Wen Yan swallow water, but there was no sign of drowning at all.
"Say it quick, stop hemming and hawing."
"Honestly, I don’t care about building a temple or becoming a water god. I just wanted to ask you a favor.
If you can help with this, I won’t try for water god; and as long as I’ve got ti, I’ll keep patrolling this area."
"What’s the favor? Spit it out."
"Can you get a set of clothes? I want a change of clothes..." The festive water ghost trailed off, feeling increasingly awkward.
"Uh..." Wen Yan was caught off guard. That was the ask? "What clothes do you want? Just say it. I happen to know a cultivation-practicing friend; I’ll ask him to help deliver it to you."
"A Reaper cosplay costu, one from ’Overwatch Butt’. Is that okay? I saw it a month ago on sale for just over two hundred." The festive water ghost looked expectantly.
"..."
Wen Yan really didn’t know what to say.
"Well, it’s not like you can wear regular clothes anyway. Fine, I’ll find soone to put a set together for you."
"Aweso, thanks! If you need anything done, just let know. I might not be able to do much, but I can at least gather a bit of intel."
"Alright. Let bring you the clothes first, then we’ll talk."
Wen Yan said goodbye to this festive water ghost, who’d probably died only a few years ago, and went looking for Old Xi to ask so questions.
Turns out, the only places in Virtue City that sell ready-made clothing for water ghosts are two funeral goods stores. If you want sothing custom, you have to find a specialist, and there aren’t many with that skill.
Plus, it’s even more expensive than clothes for the living.
Wen Yan had been expecting this. Whatever the situation, buying a skin always costs gold. For dead ghosts, it’s even rarer—they require special materials and craftsmanship. Being expensive is understandable.
He sent the picture to Old Xi and asked him to find soone to make it, then just waited for news.
anwhile, the turtle demon had already returned to King Guilong Temple, most of which now sat beneath the water.
He carefully recounted his earlier run-in, full of real ambition to establish his own temple. After that river dolphin downstream showed up, countless West River water gods were literally turning green with envy.
After much hesitation, he still decided to co back and report to King Guilong, and ntioned Wen Yan wanting to et the Dragon King too.
Contrary to expectations, the Dragon King didn’t fly into a rage—actually, the more the turtle demon recounted, the calr the Dragon King beca.
"You’re saying he voluntarily got into the water to talk to you, to avoid the Scorching Sun Departnt’s surveillance, and didn’t use any water-repelling Daoist skills?"
"Nope, definitely not. If he’d used any Daoist skill, I’d have sensed it. He was even more at ease in the water than I am."
"What did you say his na was?"
"Wen Yan."
"Last na Wen... can enter water and not drown..."
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